January: Year-day 2

          
                                             
                                        
January: Year-day 2
                                                    
I am a roamin' Cath'lic.  Nowhere calls
me.  Barnes & Noble does not call.  I cry
in corners, stutter, fall.  So what.  Your shawl's
askew.  Try to forget who I am.  I
am not your friend.  My love for you exceeds
all knowing.  Feathers tango/ in the gale
I/ wander through.  Gather now your needs.
Together/ maybe we . . . a place to sail.
                                                    
And a great white bird eases through the wind,
wingtip to wingtip the size of a man,
so sleek, so limned, against the sun-filled grey
I jump from our couch as if I had sinned,
entreating my loves with my voice and hand
until that gaunt mer rogue/ ghosts into day.
                                                    
(octet: 12-24-06; sestet: 1976, & 2007)
                                                    
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